I Have a Confession

I have this long standing fantasy of being seated at a banqueting table and feeling someone under the table gently parting my thighs as I try to keep the conversation going without anyone knowing! I have a vague memory of having seen a scene like this in an illicit adult film I once watched on some Scandanavian satellite chanel as a kid and I think it sort of took root!

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Longlegs2014

Almost seems like a kitchen scene from Warren Beatty's movie "Shampoo." I once went to dinner with my then girlfriend who had nicely worn stockings and a skirt. As dinner progressed I could not resist caressing her stockinged legs. She was trying to be demure as we were at a restaurant. However, we had a quiet booth and by the time dessert arrived I had parted her lips and was caressing her; discretely covered by a cloth napkin. By the time we finished desert she was moaning but desperately trying to stifle it. She had a look of quiet desperation as she tried to be calm as the waiter came to check on us. You could tell by her eyes and face that she was turned on by being there and came massively. Fortunately as we left, the restaurant was dimly lit helping to hide the wet spot at the rear of her skirt.